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Friday, January 19, 2007'♥

-friday i am in love-


met jason for a while in the morning.
it's bad to do so much adminstrative work early in the morn.
it clogs your brain .
it's also a chore to take a cab when you are running late?
the uncles are nice most of the time, but the operators and meters arent.


i am pretty much a pauper now. it's really no surprise considering how much i am spending on my books ,films and all their acompaniments , ruffles, st michael's , milk teas and the sorts.




met up with the girls from college too .
went back to college. sweet o' nostalgia.
juniors are a disappointment though, dowdy and Boring with a capital B. they look boring. they speak boring. they shite boring.


with that, i think we rock balls.





then it was waffles with gelatos at gelare in town.indulgence's good.
and i realise it's been a while since i last swam.
SERIOUSLY if mrgod meant for us to touch our toes,
he would have put them further up our body.
so for now, let's all get high and wobbly with some flab euphoria.




theboy's fishies aint doing too well. i dont do well with deaths,be it people or animals.
i have yet to come to terms with the notion of an abrupt end to all thought processes of the concious mind after death.
does death marks the end to our sub concious ?



oh well,i like what nichole ritchie's wearing.
her blue overalls. it's exactly what i need for lazy weekends.
but it's $65. sighs.
sad is the girl who eats only fizzypiglets all day and all night. ;)
fizzypiglets make me happy.
well ,only you know why.


goodbye to the randomness of a friday.


4:03 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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